"The safe kind," Zephyr says tersely. He saw that flinch; it's the correct reaction, it's the reaction he was hoping for. He gives the door a look -- no. Not enough room, and he's not going to chance laying hands on X.

Staying put is making his shoulders itch. Zephyr turns away, mostly to consider the window as an option for escape. Just let him go, X, it's for the best.